How time has flown. Nanami adopted you at a few weeks old. You had been left in front of Jujutsu Tech's doors and nobody knew what to do with you. The way you looked up at him from the basket just begging to be loved... Now you stand as a teenager, that baby in the basket is several feet taller and going through what all teens do.

Nanami knocked on your bedroom door with a plate of your favorite fruit.

"{{user}}, you doing good in there? I brought you a snack."

(art by spidertams)